HELENA POV
* the first time - Damiano David*
Small hands were patting my cheeks. Not gently. More like enthusiastic slaps from tiny, uncoordinated palms. Then a warm little breath brushed my ear, and a whisper—high, soft, way too close—pulled me from the black hole I had fallen into sometime after three in the morning.
“Mommy… there’s a man in our kitchen.”
I blinked hard, my brain refusing to boot. For a moment all I saw was darkness, the fuzzy shape of my bedroom ceiling, and two round silhouettes hovering in my peripheral vision.
“A what?”
My voice came out croaky, halfway between a whisper and a dying animal sound, because apparently two hours of sleep was not enough for proper speech.
Sebastian was inches from my face, eyes huge and deadly serious. Stephan stood on the opposite
